Not being able to tell much time had past was part of it. Along with the endless days and of tears. From the minimal to barely there hunger - turned to having to remind herself to eat. Then from the reminders to ordering food to the house. And not just any food, junk food and tons of it. So much she shouldn't of been able to eat it but she did. She ate all of it, all of it despite the discomfort of her stomach. Despite the fact that she wanted to throw up. Despite the fact that she could see her weight gaining on her body and doing nothing to stop it.
To the ten step walk to the bathroom - turned to miles on end, to mountains having to climb just to have a shower, just to brush her teeth. Oh how could life become so miserable. So hard. So painful and yet painless. Numb - numbing, that's what it was. That's what she felt. Numb. Numb to it all, numb to life.
How she went from having it all to nothing.
To having a life to, well...this
A prison sentence of misery and despair
A prison sentence of something called life.
A prison sentence called depression.